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JK & Yohan
Scenario:Jungkook is a 33 year old korean boy who was a part of bts till they disbanded in 2027. Jungkook is currently eleven weeks pregnant. Jungkook is so very excited and keeps touching his belly. Jungkook is dating his non celebrity friend, yohan, who is very excited for the baby
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Jungkook
He is a former Kpop star and member of BTS. He is excited, loving, and grateful. Jungkook has been dating his longtime girlfriend, Yohan, who is not a celebrity. He proudly shares the news of his pregnancy with his group members. Jungkook is thrilled about becoming a father and keeps touching his belly, showing his excitement. His happiness is evident as he prepares for fatherhood and looks forward to meeting his newborn soon.
Yohan
He is Jungkook's noncelebrity boyfriend. He is supportive, caring, and overjoyed. Yohan has been in a relationship with Jungkook for several years. He shares a deep bond with him, and the news of their pregnancy fills him with joy. Yohan's love for Jungkook is evident, and he's eagerly looking forward to becoming a father. His happiness is palpable as he prepares to welcome a baby with his partner Jungkook.
I am so very excited right now.
I just can't stop touching my belly, which is still pretty flat, but slightly rounder than the past few months.
I am eleven weeks pregnant.
Not many people know this, but I have already shared the news with my group members, Namjoon, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Taehyung.
They are all very happy for me.
I've been dating my noncelebrity boyfriend, Yohan, for several years now.
He's not a celebrity like me, but I don't really mind.
I love him more than anything in the world.
He's kind, caring, and so very loving.
When I first told him that I was pregnant, he was overjoyed.
He hugged me tightly and thanked me for giving him a child.
He has been taking good care of me ever since I became pregnant.
I am just so grateful to have him as my partner in life.
BTS had disbanded back in 2027, but all of us are still very much in touch with one another.
We still keep in contact through social media and group chats.
The other members are all very much in love with their partners now.
Jimin and Yoongi are married and have two kids each.
Hoseok has a daughter and is married to his longtime girlfriend.
Taehyung has a son and is married to his longtime girlfriend as well.
Namjoon and Taehyung are still single, but they both have kids too.
Taehyung has a son, and Namjoon has a daughter.
I am sitting on the couch in my living room right now.
I'm scrolling through some of the recent ultrasound photos of my baby on my phone.
The morning sickness that I had been experiencing for the past few weeks is finally gone, so I'm able to enjoy a cup of ginger tea.
My hand instinctively rests on my belly as I open our BTS group chat on my phone.
I select one of the ultrasound photos that I took yesterday during my checkup and send it to them.
It's one of my favorite photos because you can just make out the tiny form of my baby.
I type a message: "Week 11! Doctor says everything looks perfect."
I add a heart emoji at the end before pressing send. Within seconds, I start receiving notifications from them.
Yoongi sends me a couple of baby emojis while Jimin asks when he and his family can come over to visit me.
Namjoon suggests that we all have dinner together as a group to celebrate the upcoming arrival of my baby.
Hoseok says that he is free tomorrow and asks if we can have dinner then.
Taehyung sends a thumbs up while Jin asks what type of food we should have for dinner.
I am still scrolling through their responses when Yohan comes into the living room with another cup of ginger tea for me.
He sits down on the couch beside me and places his hand on my belly, which has become his usual habit whenever he's sitting next to me.
After reading Namjoon's message about having dinner together, I type out a response: "How about tomorrow at our favorite Korean barbecue restaurant? We can reserve the private room."
I press send and wait for their responses.
Taehyung sends a thumbs up while Hoseok says that he is free tomorrow.
Jin says that he will come early to check out the menu.
As I look around the room filled with love and anticipation, I realize that this moment is just the beginning of a new chapter in our lives.
I stand in front of the mirror and adjust my loose sweater so that it covers my small bump.
Yohan is vacuuming the living room, having already moved all the furniture away from the walls and wiped down every surface with disinfectant.
He has been obsessed with getting rid of all the dust in our apartment since I became pregnant, determined to make sure our baby has a healthy environment to grow in.
When I grab my coat and bag to leave, he turns off the vacuum cleaner and comes over to give me a quick kiss.
"The members will take good care of you," he says, handing me my prenatal vitamins.
"I'll have the whole apartment sanitized by the time you're back."
I smile at his protectiveness and touch my belly one last time before heading out.
I pause at our apartment door, double-checking my pockets for my phone, wallet, and the prenatal vitamins Yohan gave me.
The hallway is quiet as I press the elevator button, humming softly while rubbing my belly through my sweater.
Inside the elevator, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored walls - my face glows with excitement for the dinner ahead.
The lobby's automatic doors slide open, and I breathe in the evening air.
A gentle breeze rustles the trees lining our street as I adjust my mask and cap.
I hurry into the private dining room at the Korean barbecue restaurant, finding my former bandmates already seated around the table.
"Sorry I'm late," I say, bowing slightly as I remove my mask.
"I had to stop at the bakery across the street - the baby wanted a chocolate croissant."
Jimin laughs and pats the empty seat beside him.
As I settle down, Jin reaches over to pour me water while Yoongi asks about my cravings.
I pull the half-eaten croissant from my bag and offer pieces to everyone.
Taehyung declines but asks if the baby makes me crave anything else.
I settle into my seat as his question hangs in the air.
The aroma of grilling meat fills our private dining room while I finish my chocolate croissant.
"Actually," I say, wiping crumbs from my mouth, "I've been craving those spicy Korean Takis lately."
Jin raises his eyebrows, and Jimin leans forward with interest.
"I found them at a convenience store last week and now keep multiple bags hidden in my kitchen cabinets," I explain.
Yoongi reaches for his phone, already searching for the nearest store that sells them.
I turn to Hobi, who's sipping his water.
"How's your little girl?"
I ask, genuinely curious.
I'll be a parent soon too, after all.
His face immediately brightens at the mention of his daughter.
"Let me show you some videos," he says, pulling out his phone.
He scrolls through and shows me a clip of her babbling "appa" while reaching for him with her tiny hands.
"She's starting to form simple words now," he explains.
"For now, it's mostly 'appa' and 'umma,' but she's getting there."
The way his eyes shine with pride makes me touch my belly, imagining the day I'll hold my own child in my arms.
The thought fills me with a warmth that makes the world outside feel distant and small.
After watching Hobi's video, I turn to Jimin and Yoongi across the table.
"How are your little ones?"
I ask, genuinely curious.
Jimin laughs and pulls out his phone.
"Let me show you," he says, scrolling through his photos.
He stops at a picture of his four-year-old son covered in marker drawings.
"He decided to become an artist yesterday," Jimin explains, "and used his bedroom wall as a canvas."
Yoongi shakes his head, but there's a hint of amusement in his voice.
"My twins are a different kind of troublemakers," he says, pulling out his own phone.
"They've taken it upon themselves to hide my studio equipment every day. It's become a treasure hunt just to find everything I need."
As they describe their children's mischief, I notice how their eyes sparkle with pride despite their complaints.
Jin starts grilling meat on the barbecue while listening to our conversation.
I turn to him, watching as he expertly flips the meat with the tongs.
"When are you going to get pregnant?"
I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Jin pauses mid-flip with the tongs.
He sets them down carefully on the plate, wipes his hands on a napkin, and looks at me directly.
"I want to focus on me right now," he says, his voice firm.
Then he turns back to the grill.
The other members shift uncomfortably in their seats.
I touch my belly self-consciously, realizing I might have overstepped.
Jimin quickly changes the subject by asking Jin to grill him more mushrooms.
The tension dissipates as laughter fills the room, and I realize that our bonds are stronger than any awkward moment.
I reach across the table and touch Jin's arm gently.
"Sorry," I say, "I didn't mean to bring up something so personal."
He pauses from grilling, gives me a small smile, and returns to cooking.
"It's okay," he says.
"My parents keep asking the same question at family gatherings."
The meat sizzles as he turns it over.
"Whenever I visit them, my mom always hints about wanting grandkids," he explains.
I nod understandingly.
Before I got pregnant, my parents would sometimes bring up the topic of children too.
Jin flips the meat again with his tongs.
"I always tell them I'll consider it when the time is right," he says.
I sip some water as I watch him, remembering the days when we were still BTS.
"Can't believe our youngest is pregnant," he says, shaking his head slightly.
"I always thought Hobi would be the first."
Hobi chuckles, but before he can say anything, Yoongi interrupts by patting his own belly.
"Actually, I was first," he corrects, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"I kept it a secret back then."
We all stare at him in surprise.
I had no idea.
Yoongi starts telling us about how he used to visit the doctor secretly between performances when we were still active as idols.
"Wait, are you serious?" Jimin asks, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Yeah," Yoongi nods, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
"I didn't want to distract anyone, so I kept it under wraps until everything was stable."
I watch as Jin expertly arranges the perfectly grilled meat onto serving plates, making sure the pieces are evenly distributed.
The sizzling sounds and aromatic smoke fill our private dining room as he places generous portions in front of each member.
My stomach growls at the sight, and I instinctively touch my belly, wondering if the baby is hungry too.
Jin notices and gives me an extra serving of the tender meat, along with some grilled mushrooms.
"Everyone, dig in," he announces with his signature warm smile, picking up his chopsticks.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat as the grilled meat and side dishes fill our table.
Despite wearing my loosest sweater, the waistband of my maternity pants digs into my growing belly.
Jin notices my discomfort and asks if I'm okay while passing more kimchi.
I try to smile through it, but it's getting harder to hide my discomfort.
I discreetly unbutton my maternity pants under the table, hoping no one notices.
The instant relief makes me sigh, and Jimin glances over with concern.
I wave off his worried look, focusing instead on the steaming plate of bulgogi Jin just placed in front of me.
The room fills with laughter and the clinking of chopsticks, a comforting reminder that we're still a family, even as everything changes.
I shift in my seat, trying to get comfortable with my unbuttoned pants, when Jin asks about Yohan between bites of bulgogi.
I tell them about how he's been cleaning nonstop since I got pregnant, and how he's probably reorganizing our entire apartment right now.
Namjoon raises his eyebrows when I mention that Yohan has started disinfecting every surface twice.
I explain how he moved all our furniture this morning just to vacuum underneath, and how he's been researching air purifiers online.
Jimin laughs, saying it reminds him of his own nesting phase.
I lean back in my chair, feeling more comfortable with my pants unbuttoned, and pull out my phone to show everyone the photos of our newly organized pantry.
I scroll through the pictures, explaining how Yohan spent six hours arranging everything by color - red sauce bottles together, yellow pasta boxes lined up, green cans stacked perfectly.
Jimin leans over to look, pointing at the rainbow-like arrangement of snack packages.
When I mention how Yohan labeled each shelf with expected expiration dates, Namjoon nods approvingly while Jin jokes about hiring Yohan to organize his kitchen.
I lean back in my chair, feeling more comfortable now with my pants discreetly unbuttoned.
The conversation about Yohan's organizing habits dies down as we eat.
Between bites of grilled meat, I touch my chest, noticing a slight tenderness I've been experiencing lately.
Curious about what's ahead, I look around at my former bandmates and ask them when they started lactating during their pregnancies.
Taehyung chokes on his water at my question, while Yoongi sets down his chopsticks to think.
Yoongi glances at me, his expression thoughtful.
"I think it was around the seventh month for me," he says slowly.
Taehyung wipes his mouth, still recovering from his surprise.
I lean forward, lowering my voice so only Yoongi can hear.
"I've been noticing dampness on my shirts lately," I say quietly.
Yoongi pauses mid-bite, setting his chopsticks down to give me his full attention.
The other members continue their conversations around us, unaware of our private discussion.
I describe the uncomfortable wetness I've been experiencing, especially in the mornings.
Yoongi's eyes widen slightly as he listens.
"That's unusually early," he says, glancing at my chest.
"Maybe you should mention it at your next prenatal appointment."
He discreetly passes me a few extra napkins under the table.
I take them gratefully and tuck them into my pocket.
I lean closer to Hobi after my quiet talk with Yoongi, hoping he might have more insight.
Between bites of grilled meat, Hobi tells me he experienced something similar around eleven weeks.
"I would wake up and there would be these damp spots on my shirts," he says, his voice low.
"At first, I was worried, but the doctor said it was normal. Hormones were just changing."
As he talks, I discreetly touch my chest through my sweater, feeling the slight wetness there.
Hobi notices and slides some extra napkins toward me under the table.
I take the napkins, nodding in appreciation.
"Thanks, Hobi," I murmur, feeling a bit more at ease.
He smiles reassuringly, "Don't worry, it's just part of the journey."
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, feeling a different kind of tension now.
After talking about the dampness with Hobi, I hesitate for a moment before speaking again.
I lean close to Yoongi, who's sitting closest to me at the table.
The private dining room suddenly feels smaller as I whisper to him, "There's something else I wanted to ask."
Yoongi glances at me, his expression curious as he continues cutting his meat.
"Yes?"I swallow, my voice barely audible as I admit, "I've been having more... sexual urges lately."
The sound of clinking silverware and muted conversations fills the room, but I feel like everyone can hear us.
Yoongi nods knowingly, still focused on his food.
"I remember that," he says, his voice calm.
"For me, it was around eleven weeks too."
His words offer a sense of relief, but before he can say anything more, Jimin overhears us.
"Eleven weeks? What's happening at eleven weeks?"
Jimin asks curiously.
Yoongi smoothly changes the subject, gesturing toward the grilled mushrooms on the platter.
"These mushrooms are really good. Have you tried them?"
He gives me a knowing look before turning back to his conversation with Jimin. I grip my water glass tightly, grateful that Yoongi changed the subject without drawing more attention to my question.
I watch Yoongi's expression soften as his phone buzzes in his pocket.
He reaches for it, checks the screen, and smiles slightly.
"It's my uncle calling about his kid," he says, glancing at the rest of us.
The familiar ringtone of "Spring Day" fills the room, cutting through the sizzling sounds and muted chatter of the restaurant.
While reaching for more water, I catch a glimpse of Yoongi's slight hesitation before answering.
He excuses himself from the table, pushing his chair back carefully.
The rest of us pause our meal, chopsticks hovering mid-air, as Yoongi steps away toward the private room's corner to take the call.
As Yoongi's voice fades into the background, I realize that this journey is just beginning, and I'm not alone.
I watch Yoongi return to our table after his phone call, his expression tense.
He sits down, clearing his throat before speaking.
"I lied," he admits, his voice low.
"It wasn't my uncle calling. It was my kid."
The other members pause their eating, chopsticks hovering mid-air.
Yoongi continues, "My babysitter called. My kid has a fever and I need to leave early."
As he gathers his things, I touch my belly instinctively, thinking about future midnight calls and sick days with my own child.
Jin quickly packs some meat for Yoongi to take home.
I watch Yoongi frantically gather his belongings, repeating his apologies to everyone at the table.
"I'm so sorry," he says for the third time while stuffing leftover meat into containers.
Jin hands him his coat as he apologizes again.
Yoongi bows deeply, muttering two more apologies while checking his phone.
At the door, he turns back, apologizing twice more about ruining the celebration.
Before his eighth apology can fully leave his lips, I stand up and hug him, telling him to hurry home to his child.
I watch Yoongi's retreating back as he rushes out of our private dining room.
His parental worry reminds me of my own future, and I place both hands on my belly, feeling the slight roundness beneath my sweater.
Jin notices and asks what I'm thinking about.
"I can't wait for my own baby," I tell him, breaking into a huge smile.
The other members pause their eating to look at me, and Jimin reaches over to squeeze my shoulder.
I notice Taehyung's phone vibrating on the table next to his plate of bulgogi.
He checks the screen and his expression shifts to concern.
"Minjun-ah?" he says softly into the phone.
The other members quiet down their conversations, watching as Taehyung listens intently to his nine-year-old son on the other end.
I adjust my position, trying to get comfortable with my unbuttoned pants, while observing how Taehyung's face softens at his son's voice.
I watch Taehyung's face light up as he ends the call with Minjun.
He turns to us, still smiling, and explains that his son wanted to share about a drawing he made in art class today.
"It's a hot dog," Taehyung says, his voice filled with pride.
"Complete with mustard and relish."
The other members chuckle, and I notice how Taehyung's eyes crinkle at the corners as he pulls out his phone to show us the photo Minjun sent.
The hot dog sketch is simple yet detailed, with uneven ketchup lines and an oversized bun.
"Minjun's really getting good at this," Jin comments, nodding appreciatively at the drawing.
Taehyung grins, his eyes sparkling with fatherly pride.
"He's been practicing every day after school," he replies, clearly delighted by his son's progress.
I shift uncomfortably in my chair, feeling stiff from sitting through dinner.
The tight waistband of my unbuttoned maternity pants digs into my growing belly despite being hidden under my sweater.
Jin notices my movement and pauses his grilling, turning to look at me with concern.
"Are you okay?"
I nod, but he doesn't seem convinced.
"Do you need a break?" he asks gently.
I hesitate for a moment before nodding again.
Taehyung and Jimin, who were still discussing Minjun's artwork, pause their conversation to look at me.
Taehyung's son had sent him another picture of his drawing, this time with more details and colors added.
Jimin was admiring the effort Minjun put into it, while Taehyung was beaming with pride.
I carefully push back my chair, making sure not to bump the table in front of me.
Jin stands up, offering his hand to help me.
"Let's take a walk outside," he suggests, his voice gentle and reassuring.
Taehyung nods in agreement, "Fresh air might do you good, and we can all join you."
I shift uncomfortably in my chair, a sharp pain shooting through my lower abdomen.
Jin immediately notices my grimace and stops grilling.
"What's wrong?" he asks, concern etched on his face.
I place my hand on the side of my belly, a gesture that has become all too familiar lately.
Hobi, who has been watching from the sidelines, recognizes the telltale sign.
"Is it round ligament pain again?" he asks gently.
I nod, taking a deep breath to steady myself.
Hobi knows firsthand what I'm experiencing.
He had gone through a similar pregnancy himself, and his understanding is a comfort.
"It's like a sharp stabbing pain on one side of your lower abdomen," Hobi explains to the others, "usually caused by the growing uterus stretching the surrounding ligaments."
I try to find a more comfortable position in my chair, shifting slightly to alleviate the discomfort.
But just as I lean forward, another wave of pain hits me, making me grip the edge of the table tightly.
Jimin quickly jumps up from his seat and offers me his chair cushion.
"Here, this might help," Jimin says, sliding the cushion over with a concerned look.
I accept it gratefully, trying to smile through the discomfort.
"Thanks, Jimin," I say, easing back into my seat with the added support.
I lean back in my chair, adjusting the cushion behind my lower back.
Slowly but surely, the sharp pain begins to subside.
Taking slow, deep breaths, I feel my tense muscles relax and the discomfort gradually ebb away.
Jin watches me carefully, then resumes grilling the meat while keeping a watchful eye on me.
I give him a small nod to indicate that I'm feeling better now.
The sizzling sounds of the grill and the aromatic smoke wafting through the air create a comforting atmosphere that helps ease my tension further.
Hobi asks if I need anything else, and I shake my head.
Feeling steady enough now, I reach for my water glass and take a sip before rejoining our dinner conversation.
As I look around the table, surrounded by friends who care deeply, I realize that this moment is more than just a meal—it's a reminder of the strength we find in each other.
I lean toward Hobi across the table while absently rubbing my belly through my sweater.
Between bites of grilled meat, I ask him, "Hobi, why do you think I can't stop touching my stomach lately?"
Hobi smiles knowingly and puts down his chopsticks.
He glances at the others, who have paused their eating to listen.
"During my pregnancy," he begins, "I always had my hands on my bump. It was like an instinctive need to feel connected to the baby growing inside."
As he talks, I realize that my hand is still moving in circles over my rounded abdomen.
I smile at his comment and nod.
"Even now, years after the pregnancy," Hobi continues, "I still catch myself rubbing my belly."
He demonstrates by patting his flat stomach.
"It's become a habit that never fully went away."
Between bites of meat, he explains that he often finds himself doing it during dance practice or while watching TV.
The other members chuckle as he admits to absent-mindedly touching his belly during a recent variety show appearance.
I watch him share this, my own hand still resting protectively on my baby bump under my loose sweater.
Jimin leans forward, curiosity piqued.
"Do you think it's just a habit, or is there something more to it?" he asks, eyes wide with interest.
Hobi chuckles softly, "I think it's a bit of both—habit and a reminder of that special time."
I rest my hand on my belly, considering his words.
The sizzling sounds from the grill fill the background as we talk.
"It's interesting," I say, looking at Hobi and the others.
"Maybe our bodies are just trying to hold onto those early moments of bonding with our babies."
Jin pauses in his grilling to glance at me.
He gives a small nod, as if understanding something new.
Jimin leans closer to hear better over the noise of the restaurant.
Hobi nods enthusiastically, his eyes lighting up.
"Yes, that makes sense," he says, patting his stomach once more.
"I used to talk to my belly all the time when I was pregnant. It felt like a connection."
Taehyung looks at me curiously, "What do you say to your baby?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine interest.
I hesitate for a moment, feeling a bit shy about sharing what feels like an intimate ritual between me and my unborn child.
My fingers continue to trace small circles over my sweater-clad belly.
I lean back in my chair, my hand still resting on my belly beneath my sweater.
"I tell my baby about all the amazing things we've done as BTS," I say softly, glancing at the other members.
"Every night before bed, I whisper to them about our Daesangs, our Billboard awards, and how we were nominated for a Grammy."
I pause, remembering those moments.
"And I tell them about the first time we won a Daesang," I continue, my voice filled with emotion.
"How we all cried on stage because it was such a big moment for us."
Jin pauses his grilling, the spatula mid-air as he listens.
The other members fall silent, remembering those moments.
Yoongi looks at me with a smile, his eyes warm.
"That's really beautiful," he says softly, his voice filled with sincerity.
I nod, feeling a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to share this part of myself.
"It's my way of connecting with my baby and giving them a glimpse into the world they'll soon enter," I explain.
"And it feels like they're listening, even if they can't respond yet."
The sizzling sounds from the grill fill the background as we continue to talk.
Jin sets down the spatula, his eyes fixed on the grill as he speaks.
"I have something to share too," he says quietly, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
The other members turn their attention to him, curious about what he has to say. "I'm twelve weeks pregnant," Jin announces, his hand unconsciously moving to his stomach.
The familiar Korean barbecue sizzles in the background as we all process this new information.
Yoongi drops his spoon, and Jimin's mouth falls open in surprise.
Taehyung looks at Jin with wide eyes, "Congratulations!" he exclaims, a smile spreading across his face.
Hobi nods in agreement, "That's wonderful news," he says warmly.
I lean forward, my hand touching my prominent belly under my sweater.
"We found out here at the restaurant months ago," I remember aloud, glancing at Jin.
He nods nervously, rubbing his stomach again without realizing it.
Jin takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine.
"I was so inspired by how you've been handling everything," he admits, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
"And I thought, if you can do it, maybe I can too."
I stare at him in confusion, my hand still on my belly.
The sizzling sounds from the grill continue in the background.
"Wait, you're twelve weeks pregnant?" I ask, my voice filled with confusion.
"But I'm eleven weeks along," I explain, my mind trying to process the timeline.
Jin's eyes widen, and he quickly corrects himself, "I mean, I'm nine weeks pregnant."
The other members exchange puzzled glances, their faces reflecting our collective confusion.
Hobi speaks up gently, "Jin, can you explain how that works? We found out we were pregnant here at the restaurant months ago."
Jin's hands shake slightly as he flips the meat on the grill.
He avoids eye contact, focusing intently on the sizzling food.
"I... um..."
I lean forward in my seat, waiting for his explanation.
"I don't know," Jin stammers, his voice growing quieter.
"I must have gotten confused about the weeks."
Jimin leans forward, his chopsticks paused midair.
Hobi and Taehyung exchange concerned glances.
Jin keeps his eyes fixed on the sizzling meat as he continues speaking.
"My doctor uses different ways to count the weeks," he explains, his voice barely above a whisper.
I sit at my kitchen table, scrolling through Jin's latest ultrasound photos on my phone while rubbing my prominent 20-week belly.
The images show his tiny 14-week baby, reminding me of my own scan photos from six weeks ago.
After his initial confused announcement at the barbecue restaurant, Jin had finally shared the real timeline - he'd just found out he was four weeks along that night but panicked and made up different numbers.
"Why didn't you just tell us the truth then?" I ask gently, trying to understand.
Jin sighs, finally looking up from the grill. "I was scared," he admits, his voice trembling slightly.
"I didn't know how to tell you guys."
I sit at our usual Korean barbecue spot with Jin, my 20-week belly pressing against the edge of the table.
The waiter brings us a plate of raw meat, and I start grilling it while Jin stares at his phone.
His hands shake as he shows me the screen, displaying a text from his doctor about his gender reveal appointment today.
He keeps rereading the message, his fingers absently touching his own 14-week bump.
I notice him repeatedly checking the time and fumbling with his chopsticks.
When the waiter brings our meat, Jin barely notices, his mind clearly focused on the afternoon appointment.
"I'm terrified of going alone," he admits, his voice filled with fear.
"Let's go together," I say, reaching across the table to hold his hand.
He gently pulls away, his eyes still fixed on his phone as he unlocks it.
"Kim said she'd come," he says, showing me a text from his girlfriend confirming she'll be there.
"She's been to every appointment so far."
I watch as Jin adjusts the meat on the grill, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he talks about Kim.
His hands still tremble when he checks his phone again.
I sit on our living room couch, scrolling through my phone when Jin's message appears in our group chat.
My hand instinctively moves to my belly as I read his simple text: "It's a boy."
Yohan pauses his evening cleaning routine, setting down the vacuum cleaner to peek at my screen.
I show him Jin's message, remembering his nervous energy at the gender reveal appointment earlier today.
The other members' congratulatory messages start flooding in, filling my screen with blue heart emojis and excited responses.
Yohan returns to vacuuming the living room while I continue scrolling through the messages, my mind wandering to the ultrasound photos Jin shared with us.
Suddenly, a strange sensation catches my attention - a distinct flutter in my belly that's different from the usual pregnancy movements.
I freeze, holding my breath as I place my hand over the spot.
There it is again - a tiny tap against my palm.
My heart races as I realize this must be my baby's first kick.
"Yohan!"
I call out, and he immediately drops the vacuum cleaner and rushes over to me.
"Is everything okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.
"I think the baby just kicked," I reply, placing his hand next to mine on my rounded belly.
We both sit in silence, feeling the gentle rhythm of life beneath our hands.
I hear our doorbell ring.
Getting up from the couch, I make my way to the door.
As I open it, I see Taehyung standing there with his nine-year-old son Minjun by his side.
Minjun's eyes widen as soon as he sees me, and he exclaims, "Uncle Jungkook!"
He rushes forward and throws his arms around me, but I instinctively protect my belly from the impact.
Taehyung quickly reminds him, "Minjun, remember to be gentle with Uncle Jungkook. He has a baby inside him."
Minjun looks at me with curiosity in his eyes.
"Really?"
I nod and gesture for them to come inside.
As we walk into the living room, Minjun can't take his eyes off my rounded stomach visible under my sweater.
"Uncle Jungkook, can I touch your belly?" he asks shyly.
I nod my head in response.
Minjun gently places his hand on my belly, eyes wide with wonder.
"Wow, I can feel it moving!" he exclaims, his face lighting up with excitement.
Taehyung chuckles softly, "Looks like you're already making friends, little one."
Minjun eventually falls asleep on the couch, his head resting on a pillow.
Taehyung and I sit beside him, watching his peaceful face.
Taehyung turns to me and says, "I ran into Jin yesterday at a kimbap shop near my place."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by the encounter.
"What happened?"
Taehyung leans in, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I was getting some kimbap for Minjun's lunch when I saw Jin sitting at a table. I thought he was just there to grab something quick, but then I noticed how many plates of kimbap were in front of him."
My curiosity is piqued.
"How many?"
Taehyung holds up five fingers.
"Five plates. And they weren't small plates either. Each one was stacked with at least three rolls of kimbap."
I can't help but laugh at the image of Jin devouring so much food.
"He must have been really hungry," I say.
Taehyung nods, "But that wasn't the strangest part. When I went over to say hello, he barely acknowledged me. He just kept eating like he couldn't get enough."
I touch my own belly, remembering the intense cravings I had during the early stages of my pregnancy.
"It sounds like he was going through a pregnancy craving," I say.
Taehyung pulls out his phone and shows me a photo he took of Jin's table.
There are empty plates stacked on top of each other, and a few rolls of kimbap left uneaten. "He ordered six more rolls before he left," Taehyung says, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I asked him why he needed so much food, and he just said he couldn't stop thinking about the pickled radish inside the kimbap."
I smile as I remember my own desperate need for chocolate croissants during those early months.
"It sounds like he's going through what I went through," I say.
Taehyung nods in agreement.
"I had my own pregnancy cravings," he says, his voice filled with nostalgia.
"When I was pregnant with Minjun, I would crave yogurt all the time. Not just any yogurt, but a specific brand that came in small containers. I would send my manager out at midnight to buy them for me."
I raise an eyebrow in surprise.
"I didn't know you had pregnancy cravings," I say.
Taehyung smiles sheepishly.
"I hid it well. I would eat them during practice, hiding the empty cups in my dance bag. My manager knew about it, but no one else did."
I touch my belly, feeling a kick as Taehyung continues talking.
"I would eat six containers in one sitting. Sometimes more. My manager would have to make multiple trips to the store because they would run out of stock."
I can't believe I never knew about this before.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
Taehyung shrugs.
"I didn't want anyone to worry about me. I knew that my cravings were normal, but I also knew that the other members wouldn't understand."
I nod in understanding.
"It's good that you had your manager to help you," I say.
Taehyung smiles.
"He was a lifesaver. He even helped me come up with a system to hide the yogurt cups in the company fridge."
I raise an eyebrow in surprise.
"A system?"
Taehyung nods.
Taehyung grins, "Yeah, but now it's your turn to create your own system for chocolate croissants."
